His physiological preference

Qin Yuyan and Qin Yushang have also returned.

Qin Yuyan was sitting on the sofa peeling oranges when she saw Yang Zhiyan come in. She stood up and handed her the peeled oranges, saying, "Sister-in-law, you're here! Have some oranges, they're so sweet."

Qin Yushang sat opposite, holding his phone. "Sister-in-law, Grandma has been talking about you every day these past few days. She said she's written down all the dishes you like to eat and is having the kitchen make them in rotation."

Yang Zhiyan sat down on the sofa, and Qin Yuzheng followed behind her to help her take off her coat and hang it up, and then bent down to help her untie her scarf.

Grandma Qin watched his actions from the side, and the corners of her mouth curved slightly. "A-Zheng, come here."

Qin Yuzheng walked over, and Grandma Qin lowered her voice, using a volume that only the two of them could hear:

"These are special times, so please bear with it."

Qin Yuzheng's face flushed instantly. The blush crept up his entire face, starting from his earlobes.

Grandma Qin looked at his flushed face and her eyes crinkled with laughter. "Did you hear me?"

Qin Yuzheng opened his mouth, "Grandma..."

"Don't think I don't know what kind of young people you are." Grandma Qin waved her hand. "Anyway, you better watch yourself."

Qin Yuzheng couldn't say a word, turned around and sat down next to Yang Zhiyan.

Seeing the blush on his face, Yang Zhiyan leaned over and asked, "What did Grandma say?"

Qin Yuzheng picked up his teacup and took a sip. "It's nothing." His ears were still red.

The round table for dinner was laden with dishes, each one steaming hot.

Grandma Qin sat in the main seat, with Qin Yuzheng on her right and Qin Yushang on her left. Yang Zhiyan sat next to Qin Yuzheng.

Grandma Qin put some food on her plate, saying, "Zhiyan, eat more. This fish is fresh and good for the baby."

Yang Zhiyan lowered her head and ate the food in her bowl, which was always full.

Shen Yu also sat at the edge of the table. She ate little and spoke little, but her gaze kept shifting between Yang Zhiyan and Qin Yuzheng.

She watched Qin Yuzheng serve food to Yang Zhiyan, watched him carefully remove the fish bones before putting them in her bowl, and watched him reach out and tuck her stray hairs behind her ear as she lowered her head to drink the soup.

Shen Yu's gaze shifted from Qin Yuzheng's profile to Yang Zhiyan's stomach. She picked up a piece of food with her chopsticks and chewed it slowly, finding it tasteless.

After dinner, Shen Yu returned to her room, sat at her dressing table, and called her secretary.

In fact, Shen Yu doesn't work; the Shen family's businesses have all been handed over to Qin Yushang in Dali.

Before Qin Yushang took over, the Shen family's businesses were managed by professional agents. This conventional approach resulted in the Shen family's assets shrinking by half.

After Qin Yushang took over, the business gradually regained its former glory. Qin Yushang then developed other industries, establishing a commercial empire of his own.

To be honest, after Shen's father passed away, if it weren't for the Qin family's background, with Shen Yu's abilities, the Shen family would have been devoured long ago, leaving not even a trace of bones.

Therefore, the so-called secretary is Shen Yu's personal secretary, a private assistant who takes care of Shen Yu's daily life.

"It's me." She lowered her voice, afraid of being overheard.

"How's the investigation going about what I told you in Haicheng?"

The person on the other end of the phone said a few words, and Shen Yu's fingers slowly tightened around the phone.

"Madam, I've checked. That Miss Yang has a very simple social circle: her studio, her home, and occasionally going shopping with a friend named Jiang Siya."

The only male person I had relatively frequent contact with was a designer named Xu Yun, whom I met during a design competition.

As Shen Yu listened, she slowly tapped her fingers twice on the table. "Xu Yun?" Shen Yu repeated the name.

"During the competition, she was seen getting very close to him?"

"Yes. Someone even sent me photos of them at the time, taken from a good angle, making them look..." The secretary paused, "...looking quite intimate."

The secretary dared not say that she later anonymously sent the photos to Mr. Qin.

Shen Yu was at the auto show at the time and didn't have time to ask about it.

Later, Mr. Qin even called to demand an explanation.

Shen Yu's finger stopped. "Photos? What photos?"

"These are photos of them discussing design drafts in a coffee shop, and also of them having dinner together. The two people are sitting very close in the photos, it looks like... but that doesn't necessarily mean anything, it could just be a normal discussion."

Shen Yu fell silent. Her mind was racing with those thoughts: the photo, the competition, Xu Yun.

So the child could be Xu Yun's, but the secretary couldn't find any concrete evidence.

Doesn't that mean there's no way to convict Yang Zhiyan?

Shen Yu said into the phone, "Then do you think it's possible to do a DNA test?"

The secretary paused for a moment on the other end. "We can do amniocentesis. It's currently the most accurate method; it allows DNA testing during pregnancy, without waiting for the baby to be born."

"But Ah-Zheng cherishes her so much, how could he let her do it?"

Shen Yu's voice carried a hint of uncertainty, "He definitely won't agree. Besides, amniocentesis is risky, what if..."

"Why don't you take her to do it when Mr. Qin isn't around?"

The secretary gave Shen Yu a bad suggestion: "Arrange for a private hospital, something discreet, so no one will know."

Shen Yu held her phone, not answering immediately, and quietly listened to her own heartbeat.

After a while, she spoke, her voice lower than before: "Could you make some arrangements for me?"

She hung up the phone, placed it on the dressing table, and sat there without turning on the light.

The sky outside the window is dark.

On New Year's Eve, the sky in Beijing was a clear, greyish-blue. Sunlight filtered through the clouds, falling on the branches of the old locust tree in the courtyard of the old house, making the red lanterns hanging there appear exceptionally bright.

The Qin family's old house was bustling with activity early in the morning. Grandma Qin sat in the main room, directing the arrangement of red paper, ink, and brushes on the long table, saying that she would write the Spring Festival couplets herself this year.

Qin Yuzheng and Qin Yushang carried the long table to the middle of the courtyard, spread old newspapers on it, and cut the red paper into strips.

Qin Yuyan was the first to pick up a pen, dip it in ink, and write the character "福" (fortune/blessing) on ​​red paper.

The brushstrokes were steady, and the finishing touches were crisp. Grandma Qin leaned over for a look. "Hmm, a little worse than your brother, but much better than your second brother."

Qin Yushang, standing nearby, was displeased. "Grandma, why do you have to bring up something you don't want to talk about?"

Grandma Qin said, "I'm telling the truth." Qin Guobing, standing beside her, picked up a pen and wrote the character "福" (fortune/blessing).

He was a soldier by origin, but in reality, he was just a scoundrel. However, as he rose through the ranks, and also for the sake of his reputation, he worked hard to improve his handwriting, and after a few years, he could write quite well.

Qin Yuzheng was the last to pick up a brush. He dipped his brush in ink, held his wrist in the air, and wrote the character "Spring" on the red paper with vigorous strokes and complete control.

Grandma Qin looked at it and nodded with satisfaction, "You learned from me when you were little, and you still have the foundation."

Qin Yuzheng put down his pen, turned to look at Qin Yushang beside him, and said, "You write one."

Qin Yushang took the brush, dipped it in ink, held it over the paper for a moment, and then put it down.

It's not bad, but it's far inferior to the other members of the Qin family.

Qin Yuzheng leaned against the edge of the table, glanced at him, and smiled slightly. "Did you slack off and not practice calligraphy when you were a kid?"

Qin Yushang put down his pen and said, "Shut up. Your background is all due to your grandmother's pressure. I had a free and happy childhood."

Qin Yuzheng said, "Why don't you just say you're ignorant and incompetent?"